Tipsy, p.12
Tipsy, page 12
Pulling Julie around so she was standing with her back to the blanket and her chest to mine, I reached between us for the drawstring on her sweats. One firm tug loosened the fabric and I slid my hands—one on each hip—into the waistband.
Before sliding them down, I paused to look at her. “Say yes,” I told her. “Say yes to all the things I’m about to do to you.”
“Yes.”
It was immediate. It was absolute. It was my new favorite word.
The pants were gone in a matter of seconds. Julie kicked them away and reached for my shirt. Her eager hands slid up beneath the fabric and caressed my sides. Using one hand, I yanked the shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor.
She slid her palms around to the small of my back and stepped forward, lowering her head to take one of my nipples into her mouth. My entire body jerked when her moist, hot mouth closed around me.
My fingers knotted in her hair and held her still while she lapped at my chest with unrelenting passion. All the blood in my body drained to one place and my penis grew so hard that I thought it might pop a hole in my jeans.
When Julie’s lips started to venture lower, I pulled her back. “No, you don’t,” I told her. Quickly, I swept her up and onto her back, laying her out across the blanket like she was my own personal all-you-can-eat buffet.
The scrap of lace and cotton that covered the juncture of her thighs teased me with what lay beneath.
I came over her, holding my weight on my palms, enjoying the way she fit perfectly beneath me. Her hands went back to rubbing all over my chest and occasionally flirting with the waistband of my jeans.
I lowered my face close enough to kiss her, but before I could, she sucked the piercing into her mouth and laved at it with her naughty little tongue. I used to hate this hunk of metal in my face, but damned if I didn’t change my mind. There was just a hint of pain when she tugged it a little too hard and it mixed so perfectly with the passion flowing through my veins. It was like without realizing it, she somehow mixed up the perfect tonic of pleasure and pain.
When she was done, she lay back with a contended sigh.
It was the perfect opportunity to swoop in and begin my onslaught of passion. Wedging my nose in that vulnerable soft spot between her ear and jaw, my tongue licked out, wetting the skin before I gently blew my breath over the moist spot.
The little groan she rewarded me with caused a smile to play on my lips as I trailed lingering, hot kisses down the side of her neck and across her chest. Her skin was so smooth. If it weren’t warm from the blood that beat beneath its surface, I would have thought it marble.
So entranced by the feel of her against me, I turned my lips and brushed the side of my jaw against her, the roughness of my stubble creating friction between us.
Her body moved restlessly beneath me. She wiggled her hips and used her hands to explore my body, to try and pull me closer. Finally, I gave in. I lowered so my weight pinned her to the floor and halted her movements. She was now completely at my whim.
I liked the power. I liked the feeling of knowing she would likely let me do anything to her because she trusted I would keep her safe. I pinned her arms above her head, using one hand to anchor them against the softness of the blanket.
Even though I held her down, she still found a way to touch me, to participate in what we were doing. Her bare leg came up to wrap around the back of my thigh and pressed my jean-covered cock right against the tender junction of her thighs.
A throaty laugh worked its way out of me. She was naughty. “You’re gonna get punished for that,” I promised right before I closed my lips over her nipple.
She gasped and tried to arch up off the floor, baring even more of her pliant flesh. I sucked deeply, taking in as much of her as I could and rolling her fullness around the interior of my mouth. I worked at her breast until it became heavy with need and she was begging for more. Then I moved to the other one, scraping my teeth over her nipple and using my free hand to gently grip her mound and bring it closer to my lips.
She tasted like peaches, sweet and creamy. I couldn’t get enough of the way she felt in my mouth.
After I released her breasts, I kissed beneath them, sucking small mounds of flesh into my mouth and pulling at them. I didn’t do it hard, but in the back of my mind, I hoped she was left with at least one mark on her flesh. I wanted to brand her. I wanted to stake my claim. Every time she looked in the mirror, I wanted her to remember what it was like for my mouth to be on her skin.
“Harder,” she urged as if reading my mind.
I obliged, trying not to cause her pain, but giving her what we both wanted. She was a vocal lover, making little mewling sounds, little moans, and gripping my hand with hers where I pinned them.
Inside my jeans, my cock throbbed. It begged for release. Never in my life had I been so ready to slide inside someone as I was right now. I wanted to pound away in her. I wanted to lose myself inside her taut, wet heat.
Anxious to go lower, I glanced up, catching her eyes, and said, “Keep those hands right where they are.”
She nodded and bit her lower lip. I removed my hand and moved lower, grasping the fabric of her panties with my teeth and sliding them down her legs. Once they were gone, her legs parted unabashedly and the heady scent of her damp juices was like a siren, like I was a boat, lost at sea, and I was finally coming upon my port.
I sat back on my haunches, splaying my hands out on each of her inner thighs and just looking at the display before me. Perfect pink folds were nestled beneath short, dark silken curls. The passion she felt was clearly visible. She was swollen and throbbing, slick with lubricant.
The engorged button partially concealed by her other tender parts was shiny and heavy. Slowly, I climbed my fingers closer. She sighed and mumbled something neither of us understood. Using my fingers, I parted her folds and caught sight of the depths of her body.
Using a single finger, I swirled just the tip in her wetness and then traced a circle around her, spreading the juice wherever I could. I liked seeing her drip for me. I liked knowing her body was readying itself for me to enter.
Unable to take another second, I delved my finger deep within. She cried out and her legs began to quiver. I worked my finger out and then slid it back in, this time adding another so I was using two to penetrate her body.
The muscles of her vagina squeezed around my fingers and my cock jerked. Keeping my fingers inside, moving at a steady rhythm, I lowered my face and drew the swollen clit into my mouth. I sucked it gently, licking at it with my tongue.
When her thighs pressed in around my head and she started panting, I pulled away. She made a little helpless sound that I found endearing.
Julie reached between us and grabbed my face on either side, pulling me up so she could look into my face. “I want more, Blue.”
She released me and sat up as I sat back. Her hands were on my pants in seconds, fumbling with shaky fingers until I sprang free and pointed directly at her. She didn’t bother with my jeans; she had what she wanted and her lips slid down over me before I was prepared.
A long shudder moved through my body, and my head fell back. The heat of the fire warmed the side of my body, and colors exploded behind my closed eyes.
She worked me with her hands and mouth as I knelt between her legs. I fumbled with my pants, yanking out a condom from my back pocket and then shoving the jeans down my thighs and pulling her up to take her mouth with mine while I kicked the pants off the rest of the way.
I used the weight of my body to guide her back onto the floor, and her hands clutched my backside, urging me to the center of her body.
“Wait a minute, sweetness,” I murmured, pulling back so I could hurry to smooth the condom over my twitching length.
Once it was on, I rested my elbows on either side of her head and held myself just inches above her. She looked up, her eyes heavy with need, but there was more than that. It was almost as if she were slightly in awe of the feelings churning between us.
It was almost overwhelming. This moment had been in the making from the instant I leaned down into her window. The sexual tension, the immediate attraction I felt for her was unlike anything I ever experienced.
It’s exactly why this wasn’t a booty call.
Julie was never going to be someone that could satisfy me with a late-night call and an hour in the sack. The minute I dipped into her, I was going to be lost.
Her hand came up and cupped the side of my face; her other hand wound around my waist and her little fingers curled against my skin.
The same exact second I joined our lips, I thrust inside her in a single, long, hard thrust.
The kiss broke because both of us moaned. Our lips vibrated with the force of the sound. I held still, feeling her walls stretch out around me, letting the sheer bliss of being inside wash over us both.
She was the first to move, a slight rock of her hips, and then she was patting me on the bottom, giving me instructions to go.
I braced myself on my hands and started to move. Every single thrust sent energy soaring over my nerve endings, prickling over my scalp and making my bones tremble.
Her inner walls spasmed with every plunge, and she moaned, tossing her head back and forth as she clawed at the skin around my waist. Julie began to move, wrapping her hands around my biceps, planting her feet into the floor and raising her pelvis so she could meet each of my thrusts with her own.
It was freaking epic that I stopped moving all together, but the sensation continued on and on and on. I held myself suspended as she worked my rod like no one before. The way she bucked against me, grinding down and milking every ounce of hardness I could give.
Julie collapsed against the blanket, giving me a shy smile before her eyes drifted closed, and I noted the sheen of sweat glistening over her body.
I started to move, swirling around inside her with a swivel of my hips. Her hands knotted in the blanket as I slid one of my palms beneath the small of her back and tilted her lower half upward.
I dove in so deeply that she cried out. Our pelvises were touching and I bore down on her and started to rock. Her little moans turned into a whispered plea, and I felt the exact moment she fell over the edge because she pulled me with her.
Together we spiraled into a passion-laden freefall as the orgasm tore me up from the inside out.
“Blue,” she moaned, saying my name over and over again.
When the last tremor of pleasure rippled through me, I collapsed onto the floor, rolling beside her and scooping her into my arms, fitting her against my side. Our skin slid against each other, slick with sweat.
I pressed a kiss to her damp forehead and she sighed.
Sex with her was quite literally the best I ever had. It was almost bittersweet. Sweet because I felt like my body had searched for that kind of closeness, that kind of release since I figured out girls didn’t have cooties. And bitter… bitter because it took me so long to experience Julie, bitter because I wanted more… and bitter because after tonight, I might never see her again.
17
Julie
He stayed until darkness began to give way to a shadow-filled sky. We lay by the fire for as long as we could, not really talking.
Okay, we couldn’t talk.
Because we were making out like teenagers.
I knew when he was going to leave by the way tension slowly creeped into his body and invaded our moment. I didn’t ask him to stay. I knew he couldn’t. I didn’t tell him I would miss him, even though I would. And I didn’t pout because pouting never changed anything.
Instead, I pulled on his shirt (it smelled just like him) and padded barefoot into the kitchen and hit brew on my coffee pot. The rich, deep smell of brewing coffee filled the kitchen as strong arms wrapped around my midsection, pulling me against his hard body.
“You in the habit of drinking joe in the middle of the night?”
“It’s for you,” I said, enjoying the husky tone to my voice. My body had never felt so liquid, so loved. “It’s cold out and I don’t like the idea of you out there driving at this hour.”
He spun me around and pinned me up against the counter, fitting a muscular thigh between my legs. “I don’t want you worrying about me,” Blue said seriously.
I didn’t bother telling him I wouldn’t worry. I wasn’t into lying. “How long until I see you again?”
He let out a long sigh and cupped my face in his palms. “I don’t know.”
I kissed him.
We kissed until the coffee beeped and made its final brewing sounds. I pulled away to fill a stainless steel travel mug almost to the top. I glanced over my shoulder. “Cream?”
“If you have it.”
I pulled out a bottle of Vanilla Fire creamer and added a healthy dollop. Using a butter knife, I swirled the coffee and cream together as the fragrant steam hit me in the face. I was so getting up early enough to have coffee in the morning. I was going to need it after spending half the night awake in his arms.
After I deposited the knife in the sink and screwed on the lid, I turned, extending the brew to Blue. He took it and set it on the counter beside us and drew me into a hug, locking his arms around me.
My cheek fit perfectly in the little indentation between his pecs, and I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Something shifted around us. It was a feeling, an instinct perhaps. It was as if all of a sudden, a dark cloud drifted right above us, threatening to dampen us with rain.
“Blue?” I asked, not sure how to voice what I was feeling.
“It’s going to be okay.”
“What is?” I asked, pulling back to search his face.
He picked up the coffee and took a sip, sighing as he swallowed. I knew the coffee was good, but I also knew he was merely stalling.
I wasn’t going to like what he was implying. It had to be about his job. The case was heating up. Why else would he come over here in the middle of the night?
The last time he came here, it was because he said he couldn’t stand the thought of me out there hating him. He’d said I wouldn’t see him again. He did imply that perhaps once the case was over, he and I might have a chance.
But then he showed up tonight. He did things to my body I would crave until my last moments on Earth. He came even after he said he wouldn’t. Almost as if he thought it might be his last chance to see me…
Horror streaked through me.
My eyes shot up to meet his grim gaze. “You have a very expressive face,” he said.
I slapped my palm against his chest. “You’re a jerk.” I pushed away from him, going back out into the living room where I stood staring down at the blanket where we’d just made love.
“It isn’t as bad as you’re thinking,” he said softly behind me.
“No?” I asked, tilting my head and staring into the flames. “So you didn’t come here tonight as some sort of good-bye?”
He snatched me by the elbow and spun me around. His face pushed close to mine and his blue eyes sparked with anger. “Do you think after that—after us—that I wouldn’t do every last thing in my power to come back to you?”
“But before we did that?” I challenged.
He swore and released me. I swallowed past the sob threatening to rip its way out of my throat.
“The case is heating up. There’s some stuff coming up I gotta do.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“You know I can’t tell you.”
“But it’s dangerous?”
“Isn’t everything?” he quipped, but I heard the masked wariness deep in his voice.
I dropped onto the sofa, tucking my knees beneath me. It was pointless to ask questions or demand answers. I wasn’t about to compromise his cover, his very life, by prying answers out of him.
This was totally out of my area of expertise. I knew color. I knew cut. I knew the best kind of blow dryer and flat iron to buy. Drugs and police work? Not so much.
After a few quiet minutes, he dropped onto the couch beside me, once again laying his arm out across the back of the cushions. “Look, if everything goes well, then there’ll be a break in the case very soon. I could have this wrapped up in a couple of weeks.”
“That soon?” I glanced at him, hopeful.
His eyes softened and he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “That soon.”
I nodded and gave him a small smile. With a sigh, he got up off the couch and paced near the fireplace. “I just need to know where they’re coming from.”
“Who?” I asked.
He seemed to realize he spoke out loud and spun. “No one. I really have to go.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
I stood up and he looked at his shirt hanging off my frame.
“I’m not giving it back.”
He chuckled and grabbed his jacket, sliding it over the sinew of his muscles. “I like the thought of you sleeping in my shirt.”
He tugged the gray cap over his mussed short hair and then picked up the coffee. “Thanks for this.” He gestured toward the mug.
We walked over to the door, a heavy feeling replacing the light one I felt earlier. Just because I knew he had to go didn’t make it any easier.
He undid the locks and turned to glance at me.
“Be careful, okay?” I asked softly.
He wrapped one strong arm around my waist and lifted me off my feet. Holding me tightly, he kissed me. He tasted like coffee, strong and sweet with just a little hint of heat. I pulled his lower lip into my mouth, tasting him to the absolute fullest.
With a deep growl, he pulled back and set me on my feet. “Damn, woman.”
I smiled.
When he opened the door, a little bit of my smile slipped as he stepped outside. Leaning back in, he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of my nose. “I’ll see ya later, sweetness.”
“See ya,” I said, softly shutting and locking the door behind him.
I listened for his retreating footsteps until I couldn’t hear them anymore. I picked up the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around my shoulders. I didn’t bother going up the stairs to bed, instead lying down on the couch, tucking the softness around me.
